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57 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 9, 2009
My smile faded as I pulled my beat-up blue Chevy to the front of the bunkhouse. I hopped out of the truck and stood still as I tried to figure out why this place felt so…off. Not even the day after Simon’s funeral had felt like this.
I walked around a pick-up truck, its mouth gaping open and the intestines abandoned on a blanket on the ground, and made my way over to the corral, hooking my boot on the bottom rung of the fence. And then it hit me.
Where was all the life?
I did a three-sixty, scouring the meadow and the foothills, the ranch house, the bunkhouse, the pond, the road winding out of sight leading back to civilization, the stables and the barn, the clumps of trees lining Sweet Grass creek, the trails leading into the mountains. Nothing.
Where the hell was everyone? The hands? Mack? Wade? More puzzling, where the hell were the animals?
A breeze brushed past my neck and rustled the leaves on the aspen trees, which until that moment had stood silently at attention around the outbuildings. I stood still and listened, but I didn’t hear anything other than the occasional songbird and the gurgle of creek water.
Seeing You© Dakota Flint
Wade seemed to think about this, his head bowed and his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat. So I continued.
“The important part is to face forward. You can glance back all you want. In fact, it’s important to hold onto the times that you laughed with him, that you smiled with him, that you loved him. At least it’s been important for me. But you’ve got to face forward.” I felt like a fraud preaching advice I wasn’t even sure I could take myself. But I wanted to believe. “What do you want, Wade?”
“Huh?” Wade glanced at me, looking confused.
“What do you want? You must want something out of life.”
He seemed to think about that, and I kept quiet, content to wait for as long as he needed. “I… I want to smile. Want to laugh again and really mean it.” He paused, turned toward me until he was looking straight into my eyes. “Not sure how, but I want to be happy again.”
Seeing You© Dakota Flint